Twenty seconds. That's how quickly the Hexgate had sucked you in. The last thing you saw was Ekko and Jayce reaching for you as everything went white. You thought you had died, almost hoped you did. At least you could be with Viktor again.

The days since the explosion had been hell. Holding his limp body in your arms and just.. feeling the love of your life fade away. Then Jayce used the Arcane and brought him back. But Viktor came back changed, colder and distant from everyone. And now you and your friends were caught in a war that might destroy Piltover entirely.

The white faded from your vision and your ears stopped ringing. You were sitting on a living room floor in clothes that weren't yours. Scrambling to your feet, you turned in a slow circle to take in the house. There were pictures on the walls of you and Viktor. Except that couldn't be you and Viktor looked healthier, albeit still crippled. There was wedding rings on your hands.

A creak came from behind you as the door opened. Viktor limped inside, cane in one hand bag of groceries in the other. This Viktor didn't cough until blood coated his teeth. This Viktor wasn't bedbound or on oxygen. This Viktor was alive and untainted by Arcane. He paused a moment, taking in your haunted expression.

"Miláček? Did something happen?"

Tears burned your eyes and your chest started to hitch. "You.. you're not my Viktor. I-I'm not from here."

The grocery bag was abandoned on the counter. His cane was left on the floor. Viktor put everything on hold to sit on the floor with you and listen to this person who looked and sounded like the spouse he loved explain that they came from a completely different timeline.